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Febuwhump 2k25 - Day 20 - "I Did Good Right?"

"Yuan-er is safe," Mu Qingfang says, wiping away the tears that just won't stop, "this master is happy that he is safe. This master will not punish Yuan-er. I simply do not want you to do something so dangerous again. Do you understand?"

"I do," he hiccups, and when Mu Qingfang hugs him, careful to not jostle his hands, Shen Yuan leans into it and hides his face against the man's shoulder. He feels ridiculous, fifteen and sobbing like he's about to die. But Mu Qingfang still hugs him, hands not touching his hair, but pouring qi into his spiritual veins. Healing him, even though he fucked up.

From Chapter 38 of @grubus fic Shen Yuan of no Relation

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Febuwhump Day 20: major character death (alternate prompt)

In which Dr. Eggman explodes (and becomes a delicious breakfast) while the love of his life watches from below

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Febuwhump Day 20: “I did good, right?”

pairings: gen

summary: a story about y/n, Redbull’s new second driver, told in non-sequential order

a/n: I love febuwhump and have participated before for other fandoms but this is a first for me — attempting to compete it via smau only. Hopefully I can write a complete story eventually and I will be posting it on its own masterlist in the correct order to read but it’ll be written based on the febuwhump prompt list! @febuwhump

a/n2: based on the 2024 year; sorry checo but you got replaced earlier!

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f1gossip: transcripts of y/n’s radio moments before her crash. despite y/n being conscious in the aftermath, there seems to be evidence of head trauma in her responses.

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user1: who hurt my girl…(other then herself)

↳user2: right?? Like girl you just crashed, why are you so worried about whether or not you finished…

user3: petition to wrap her the fuck up in bubble wrap and give her some damn comfort

↳user4: double signed!

↳user5: I’ll triple it if we give her some damn blankets and like tea or hot chocolate

↳user3: oh absolutely

user6: redbull I am in your fucking walls. Treat our girl right!

↳user7: right????? Like fucking he’ll she should NOT be that worried about the race — she should be worried about herself

user8: oh this really clarifies her recent posts…

↳user9: she’s a fucking riot

↳user10: for real! We need to see her drunk cause I bet that shit is funny af

user11: I don’t know who is y/n or what f1 means but I googled her after seeing some of her posts (funny and relatable) but I hope she’s doing all right?

↳user12: everything looks like it will be ok user11. y/n is a race car driver in the formula 1 series and she’s gotten into a few bad crashes before

↳user12: her being conscious is a good thing!

↳user11: oh that’s good to hear!

↳user11: and race car? Like cars from Disney?

↳liamlawson30: yes

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Right?

Warnings: destruction, violence, explosions, fear

Superhero couldn't believe what they were seeing. They had arrived fully expecting an all out fight to be threatening the city. They had expected Sidekick to struggle with keeping the villains at bay until Superhero arrived.

They could not have been more wrong.

One crumbled building still burnt nearby. Trees had been broken and flattened around an epicenter of what had likely been a massive explosion. The villains had been defeated thoroughly. Sidekick stood in the center, a massive grin on their face.

"Superhero!" They called excitedly. "I did good, right?"

Superhero looked around the destruction. No civilian casualties. Only buildings destroyed. Those could be rebuilt. "Yeah, you did great," Superhero said, trying to ignore the panic that was filling them. Sidekick was still coming into their power, they were still weak. And they had leveled a city block in under fifteen minutes. What were they going to grow into?

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Febuwhump Day 20, "I Did Good Right"?

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Side Note,

More Hylia angst!! I love reading/seeing art of the strained relationship between BotW Zelda and Hylia!

I'm very happy with the perspective on this piece!

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febuwhump day 20: “i did good right?”

it’s late. i’m late. i love them

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Febuwhump Day 20 - “I Did Good Right?”

Bdubs watched as Lizzie continued backwards. He watched as she got closer to the cliff edge. He swung his axe again, a miss. Lizzie took another step, her foot meeting air, not ground.

Thunder drowned out her screams.

A smile cut Bdubs’ face in two. He had done it. He actually did it! Any second now, things would be back to the way they used to be. He did just as Etho had asked, he had proven himself.

He and Etho would be back together again. Just like always. Just like Etho promised.

A sharp pain in his back. Another. The warmth of blood.

Any moment now. Etho would know by now, he would have heard the thunder, he would have figured out it was him. Etho would keep his promise.

Another shot. Bdubs fell to his knees, tears mounting pressure behind his eyes.

Any minute now.

Etho would know.

Etho wouldn’t abandon him like this, out in the cold, alone.

Bdubs did just as he asked. He put everyone else second. He broke loyalty like a stick over his knee because he knew that no matter what happened he could have a home in that fort. He could come crawling back bruised and broken and everything would be okay.

Another pain. Bdubs’ vision began to blur. It was getting harder to breathe, each heave bloodsoaked and choking.

Just one more breath. Then everything would be okay. He just needed to trust Etho, just give him a moment.

Bdubs was right at least, when he thought he would only need to wait for one more breath.

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Febuwhump Day 20

”I did good right?”

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Febuwhump Day 20: "I did good, right?"

Characters: Charles Rowland, Edwin Payne

Content warnings: exhaustion, helplessness, hypothermia, trauma

Once again, Charles finds himself lying on the floor, aching and shivering and dripping phantom water.

Just one of the little hidden delights of being dead, that. When they're proper exhausted, their carefully put-together appearances slip and they default back to how they were when they died.

Game reset, Charles calls it. Edwin's fancy term is morphic collapse. Whatever it is, it's bollocks. A real kick you when you're down bastard of a phenomenon. Like Charles wasn't feeling rubbish enough already without having to relive his death, feel it all fresh.

But every time it's happened, Edwin's been there for him. Talking with him, reading to him, passing the time until Charles eventually recovered all of his energy.

This time, he's sitting cross-legged with Charles' head in his lap and he's running gentle fingers through Charles' sodden curls and it'd be bloody lovely if only he wasn't hurting so bad.

"Cheers, mate," Charles says, or at least tries to say. It comes out sort of wrong through his numb lips and chattering teeth.

It's his own stupid fault. He had to go rushing in, didn't he? Right into a spectral-energy sucking hex. At least he kept his wits about him and got a solid whack in against the sorcerer before he went down, giving Edwin the opening he needed to dispel the hex and get them out of there.

"I did good, right?" Charles stutters out, feeling needy and pathetic even as he says it.

Edwin smiles down at him with an unbearably fond expression. Charles still sort of can't believe Edwin loves him. Like, is proper gone for him. Thinks he's fit, wants to snog him and all that. It makes him feel a bit giddy whenever he remembers.

"Yes, Charles," Edwin says softly. "You did very well indeed."

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For Febuwhump day 20 could you possibly featured John down from TB5?

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Scott couldn’t stop shivering but it was nothing to do with the icy temperatures. Their cold weather gear dealt with that. It was the situation. The fact that they were out here, in an avalanche, trying to save families whose skiing trips had just taken the worst possible turn. His hands had been trembling the entire time and Scott couldn’t shake the nausea swirling in his stomach. 

“One more family,” Virgil said from beside him. Scott glanced over. His brother was pale, a haunted look in his eye that only the very worst rescues brought out, even though everyone – so far – was accounted for.  

Checking they weren’t being watched, Scott gave his brother a quick hug. “You’ve got through this,” he told him. 

Virgil managed a hollow smile. “We all have.” 

They’d all been needed for this one. But Scott wasn’t sure if that was for the actual rescue or because no one wanted to be left behind. Not this time: not considering the emotional stakes for all of them. He figured his dad had spent the entire time on the comms with Alan, reassuring him everything was okay. 

“Ironic, really,” Scott murmured. 

“What?” Virgil asked, still leaning against his side. If it gave him the strength he needed to get through this rescue, then Scott was more than happy to oblige. 

“Allie. He’s the one that doesn’t remember it, not clearly. He’d probably cope better than the rest of us being out here. Yet this is the one time he’s up on Five.” 

Virgil gave a soft huff of understanding, but didn’t say anything. There wasn’t anything he could say.  

Scott knew he wasn’t the only one physically feeling this rescue deep in his gut. Gordon had twisted an ankle early on. While he’d usually try and work through it until someone pulled rank, he’d been quick to agree to man Mobile Control from the safety of Two’s pods, handing out thermal blankets and hot drinks as the families slowly trickled in. None of them had called him out on it. 

Scott, Virgil, and John had to find the families. Thankfully, there had been good systems in place and the majority had made it to the meeting point. While it had taken all three of them to dig through to the door, they’d found most of their victims waiting for them, safe and warm, despite the horror of the situation. They’d kept everyone on safety lines as they’d moved back down to Two. 

But not everyone had made it to the safety point. A few families had left it too late and sheltered in their own chateaus instead. Scott had his back already. Virgil had just delivered his safely to Gordon, and they were waiting on John to come in with the last one now. 

Scott hated the snow with a passion. But as well as the terror, the anxiety, and the penetrating cold, he hated how it affected visibility so badly. The skies were still thick with snow-filled clouds waiting to drop their load at any moment, and it disguised the horizon in a way that made him feel lost, like he didn’t have an anchor point to focus on. 

It meant when the final family came trudging into view, they were almost upon the brothers before Scott realised they were there. He hurried towards them the best he could given the snow, relieved to see they were roped together as well as holding hands. He counted them and helped Virgil check for any injuries even as the first flakes of snow started to fall. 

The family were all accounted for. His, however, was not. 

“Where’s our man?” he asked, tone sharper than he’d usually allow on a rescue. “Where’s the person who came to get you?” 

The mother and father exchanged looks. The mom stepped forward. 

“The roof was coming down,” she explained. “He braced it to give us time to get out but-,” 

“No,” Scott breathed. 

“I’m so sorry. We tried calling him, but the roof, it had come down, there was so much snow-,” 

Scott pushed past her, staring into the white abyss. On any other rescue, that sort of news would make his heart pound. On this one? Scott was sure his heart had stopped. 

“Take them to Two,” he told Virgil, tightening the straps on his snow shoes. 

“I’m coming with you.” Virgil’s voice was trembling as much as Scott’s hands. 

“No. These people need you.”  

The snow was starting to fall thicker now.  

“We can’t risk them getting lost now. Guide them to Two,” Scott instructed. 

“Scott-,” 

“I can’t have you out there,” Scott muttered, voice too low to carry. “Not you as well.” 

A defiant glare met his words. “And you think we can handle you being out there?” 

“Virg, please.” Scott took his arm, drew him off to one side. The family were huddled together, their arms wrapped around one another. “We may need heavy lifting. In these conditions, you’re the only one who can handle Two.” 

Virgil looked as if he wanted to argue further. But he couldn’t deny the snow was getting even heavier, visibility worsening by the second. Scott meant what he said: only Virgil had the precision to operate his giant Thunderbird when conditions were like this. 

“As soon as we have everyone secured in the pods, we’re coming after you,” Virgil told him in a tone that brokered no arguments.  

“F.A.B.”  

Scott activated his tracking device as well and Virgil gave him a nod. He turned back to the family and began guiding them in the opposite direction to the way Scott was moving. Scott was aware of Virgil’s long look burning into his back as he walked away, but he didn’t turn around. Virgil was safe. Gordon was safe. 

John needed him. 

To Scott’s utmost relief, John had also had the foresight to turn his tracker on. Using a hand-held data pad, Scott forced his way through the snow, vision narrowed to immediately in front of him as snow obscured his vision. 

“Keep him safe,” he found himself muttering under his breath. “Keep him safe.” 

He kept the mantra up with each step. It was getting harder to move but that wasn’t going to stop him. It only took him about ten minutes to reach where the chateaux had been. If it hadn’t been for the snow muffling all sound, they would’ve heard the roof come down from where they’d been standing. 

The family had been right. The roof had come down, bringing with it each flake of snow that had landed or hit the house. The walls were barely visible. 

“John!” 

It wasn’t a professional shout. It wasn’t even a frantic call of a big brother.  

It was a scream of pure terror. Scott couldn’t breathe past the pain in his chest. A different view from many years ago was threatening to overlay his vision. Scott dug his nails deep into his palms, using the sharp pain to clear his mind, and started digging. 

The snow was so compact that he could pull huge blocks of it away at once. It didn’t take long before he’d carved a space large enough to crawl through. He was sweating from the effort, but knew his short, sharp breaths had nothing to do with exertion. 

Crawling in, Scott tried to ignore the suffocating feeling of being surrounded by so much snow. He wiped his visor clear, and came face to face with a boot. 

“John? Johnny, can you hear me?”  

Scott crawled forward, shoving aside broken tiles and a support that had failed to do its job properly. But he always kept one hand on his brother, terrified that at any moment, John would be torn away from him. 

Eventually, he reached his brother’s chest, his shoulders, his head. John’s eyes were closed, his helmet badly dented. Scott brushed the snow off John’s chest, staring desperately to see if it was rising. He couldn’t tell. Tearing off a glove, he peeled back John’s collar, searching desperately for a pulse. He longed to remove John’s helmet, but with the risk of more snow coming down on top of them at any moment, he didn’t dare. It may just be the only thing that stopped him from suffocating. 

There! 

Yes! 

It wasn’t just his own blood pounding, there was definitely a pulse. Even as Scott watched, John’s chest moved as his brother gave a sharp cough, followed by a long groan. 

“Johnny?” 

“Scott?” John’s eyes opened, bleary and confused. 

“I’m here, little brother. I’ve got you.” 

There was blood trickling down John’s temple, even with his helmet on. Scott let their visors touch. 

“I’ve got you.” 

“The family?” 

“You got them out, John. They’re safe. They’re with Virgil and Gordon now.” 

“I did good?” John said weakly. Scott gave a small laugh. 

“Yeah, kiddo. You did really good.” 

John’s eyes closed again and he gave a long sigh. “Good.” 

“No, no,” Scott scolded, trying to keep his tone light. “Keep those eyes open for me, John. Virg is coming to get us, just stay awake.” 

“I’m cold,” John muttered.  

“I know.” 

Scott shoved away more debris until he could sit behind John, cradling his brother in his lap, letting John’s head rest against his chest. He had no idea if he was holding the man, or the 13-year-old boy with a broken leg as they shouted for their father to find them. 

“I’m here. Stay awake for me, okay?” 

John made a soft noise that sounded like a confirmation if it wasn’t for his eyes drifting shut again. 

“I’m so tired.” 

“I know. Tell me how you saved them?” He had to keep John talking until Virgil got here. Until he could get his brother away from this mountain, the cold, and the nightmare of their past. 

“I saved them?” John repeated and Scott gave a chuckle. 

“Yep. You did. Not your computers or your comms. You, John. Held the roof up while they got out. Just forgot the number one rule which is to always make sure you can get yourself out too.” 

“You never remember that rule,” John murmured. 

Scott smiled down at him. “Not true. Now come on, tell me how you saved them. That’s an order.” 

Perhaps he was buoyed by the pride in Scott’s voice or just knew that he did have to stay awake, but John began to talk. While Scott just hugged him close and reminded himself that he hadn’t lost his brother. Not then and not now. 

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Febwhump 2024 - Day 20 - Human Weapon (Alt Prompt No.4)

Teenage MBJ having a blast for once, just being his demon self. This does not go well for SQH, who is definitely not used to the rough handling! Luckily he only suffered bruises, no breaks.

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"I did good, right?"

Febuwhump 2025

Day 20 "I did good, right?"

So! There's this awesome MLB AU comic by @bigfatbreak where we are seeing Marinette going through it.

I love it, the art is so inspiring to me and the story is incredibly engaging. Their use of color and form just *chef kiss* so I wanted to make something for it.

Bonus: me trying to figure out how to draw Marinette in their stlye

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And this is the second time I'm combining Febuwhump with a fandom week, this time Zaundads-Week for Arcane. Went a little sideways on the Febuwhump prompt, but... Still good.

Day 20 "I did good, right?"/Day 1 "Dirty Little Secret"

Silco’s baseline for good was warped, he knew that. He didn’t know what “good” was supposed to be. Until that beast of a man entered the mines, laughing and singing and already bringing people to him. He was from a different part of the mines, a different group, but already, it was like he belonged. Silco figured that casual ease, that way of bringing people together, that was a pretty decent baseline for good.

A man like that would never see Silco. Dirty little thing, he’d grown up in these tunnels. Too small, too clever, too cold for anything but the rocks that had raised him. Those warm eyes would pass over him, skim right over his head, pass him by.

But Vander saw everyone. That was his goodness. That was his fatal flaw. He saw everyone. And he saw the dirtiest of them, the scrappiest, hiding in rooms carved out of the tunnels, where he’d lived as long as he could remember. Followed him into one of those rooms, once. A couple months after he had arrived.

“What.” Silco put up all his defenses. People didn’t come into these rooms. Not unless they meant to hurt him. He mentally located things he could use to fight back. The knife in his boot, the shovel he could use to hit back, leaned against the door. A lantern, in a pinch.

“You don’t talk to people. You keep books. Wanted to know.” 

“Know what.” “What your dirty little secret is.” “No secret. Just don’t like talking much.” He put his book back on the shelf, grabbed another one. He’d read it before, but books were harder to come by. Had to get the most out of the ones he had. And when he turned around, Vander, the giant, was right there. So close Silco could feel the heat radiating off of him, like a coal fire. “What are all the books?”

“Just things I’ve picked up.” He liked the heat. Liked how close Vander was. Liked the warmth in his eyes, even if it was just for a bit of fun. But this man was good. And if he was close, it was only because the room was small. Vander wouldn’t close him in, wouldn’t block him against the small shelf, wouldn’t be so close that Silco could smell the tobacco and the mines and the aftershave. He was good. He was supposed to be good. Silco was the dirty one.

Dirty for even thinking he could touch goodness.

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Last One

Prompts: DAY 20 - last man standing @febuwhump Characters: Draken x reader Fandom: Tokyo Revengers

A/n for prompts: Hello guys! This is my first time trying a prompt challenge. I hope you like the short fics I wrote. I will finish them by writing some of the requests I have. I love you 💜

Sorry for the grammer or spelling mistakes.English is not my main language so...

Thank you and love you 🥰

Warnings: mention of fights

Fights… Draken couldn't remember a time in his life when he hadn't been in a fight. He had to fight every day since he was a kid. Sometimes for himself, sometimes for his friends.

Toman's second strongest one, Toman’s vice captain, Ken Ryuguji.

This time it was a very crowded group. No one was stupid enough to dare attack him alone anyway. He wanted the fight to end as soon as possible and go away.

There were many men lying on the ground around him. Those from the rival gang had failed to defeat him again. But Draken was also quite tired.

Y/n had been waiting for him in front of the cafe where they would meet for about an hour. Draken was never late. She was sure something had happened. That's why she came to find him.

She looked around. She passed through many streets and finally saw him.

There was a tall man standing in the middle of a lot of men on the ground. There was one last man standing and it was her boyfriend.

“Ken!”

The tall boy turned in that direction when his name was called. He looked tired. He had wounds. But when he saw the young girl, he smiled. He smiled big.

Seeing Y/n always made him smile…

[kybercrystals94]

Embroidered Skulls

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Febuwhump 2024 | Day 20 | Prompt 20: Truth Serum

Rated: G | Words: 1092 | A slight mishap leads to some honest answers. [Character Focus: Tech, Hunter, Echo, Crosshair, Wrecker]

I am steeling my little heart for season 3…so light hearted whump is being served here today ^_^

“Ah, you’re back,” Tech says, glancing up when Hunter and Echo clamber up the ramp of the ship. “Wrecker and Crosshair should be returning in short order as well.”

Hunter and Echo exchange glances, wordless communication flashing between them in microexpressions Tech cannot read.

“Did the extraction go according to plan? Were there any issues?” Tech asks.

Echo stiffens at the question, and Hunter turns away to drop the small crate of serum on one of the crash seats.

“It…went. It was fine,” Hunter says, his back still to Tech. “We’re fine.”

“We’re fine,” Echo agrees with a sharp nod.

Tech narrows his gaze.

“I mean…” Echo continues, looking uncomfortable. “We’re not injured. But there was a mishap.”

“Echo,” Hunter groans.

“A mishap?” Tech presses. “What sort of mishap?”

Echo shifts from one artificial leg to the other. “Well…”

Hunter spins around, pushing Echo aside. “We lost one of the vials. That’s all. It was destroyed.”

“One of the truth serum vials?” Tech keeps himself carefully composed. “Were either of you exposed?”

Hunter huffs, crossing his arms. “Were you exposed?”

“That is not a logical response,” Tech says, deadpan.

“Yeah, well,” Hunter sputters, “Why aren’t you answering the question?”

Tech rolls his eyes. “No. I was not exposed because I wasn’t there. I’m going to assume that you both were exposed which explains why you are behaving erratically.”

“You can’t tell Wrecker or Crosshair,” Echo pleads.

“Echo! Stop talking,” Hunter cries.

“You stop talking,” Echo shoots back. “You’re the one asking Tech if he was exposed to the serum you dropped half a klick away!”

“That’s because someone didn’t make sure the second latch on the crate was secure!”

“Oh, so it’s my fault?”

“Yes!”

“At least we now know that the serum is effective,” Tech sighs, picking up the crate of drugs to stow away before Wrecker inadvertently causes more mayhem.

“Tech,” Hunter cries, trailing after him, “is there an antidote?”

“The effects should wear off on their own with no detriment to your health.”

“But Tech…”

Tech locks up the crate and turns to his brother. “Hunter, do you honestly think I have an antidote to a newly discovered truth serum just lying around in the med kit?”

Hunter hesitates. “Yes?”

“That was a rhetorical question, but I appreciate your honesty,” Tech says with a barely concealed grin as he brushes past Hunter back into the main hold.

“Tech, this isn’t funny!”

“That entirely depends on which side of the argument you’re on,” Tech says. “And I’m sure that Wrecker and Crosshair will be on my side.”

“You can’t tell them!”

“I won’t tell them anything. The two of you on the other hand…”

“Maker, Tech, you have to help us,” Echo says.

A distinct voice bellows outside the ship, “We’re back! Did you miss us?”

Hunter and Echo give Tech an beseeching look, and he almost pities them.

Almost.

Wrecker comes bounding into the ship followed by the much more sedate sniper. Crosshair hits the control to close the door before turning on the group still crowded in the hull. “Is something wrong?” he asks, taking off his helmet.

“Why would something be wrong? Nothing’s wrong,” Hunter says quickly.

Too quickly.

Crosshair smirks. “What did you do?”

Hunter’s jaw tightens, but he keeps his mouth shut.

Crosshair’s gaze slides to Echo. “What did he do?”

“Hunter broke a vial of the truth serum,” Echo says.

Crosshair’s face goes slack with surprise for a moment before a wicked grin curls across his face. “Did he now? That’s unfortunate.”

“What does that mean?” Wrecker asks, looking concerned as he glances between the color drained faces of Echo and Hunter.

“It means that loose lips crash starships, Wrecker,” Crosshair says.

Wrecker looks puzzled for a moment before it clicks, and he smiles broadly. “Ah, I get it.”

“There’s nothing to get,” Hunter snaps. “Tech, get us out of here. We have a mission to complete.”

Tech nods and heads for the cockpit, Echo following closely behind him.

“If you think I’m going to help you not inadvertently answer incessant questions, you are mistaken,” Tech says, settling into the pilot’s chair and flicking switches for the startup sequence.

“How long will it take for this to get out of our systems?” Echo asks.

Tech sighs. “I may know many things, Echo, but even I have my limits. I would need access to the research and chemical makeup of the drug to accurately answer your question.”

“Give me your best guess.”

“You will not like it.”

“Tech!”

“I would estimate that you and Hunter will experience the effects of the drug for approximately one standard week.”

“No! You’re lying!”

Tech smiles. “At least one of us can.”

Echo drops into the copilot’s chair with a growl. “You’re the worst.”

Tech gets them situated in a hyperspace lane before a tangle of cajoling voices approach the cockpit, and Hunter enters followed by Wrecker and Crosshair. Hunter sits down, and turns his chair away from his siblings.

“C’mon, Hunter,” Wrecker says, “Don’t you want to tell us?”

“No!”

Crosshair chuckles. “He’s telling the truth.”

“Shut up, Cross.”

“But really, Hunter, we need to know…where’d you learn how to embroider skulls onto your bandanas? Or do you have them done somewhere? And if that’s the case, then where?”

Hunter decidedly keeps his jaw locked shut.

“It would be more effective if you asked the questions individually,” Tech offers. The look of utter betrayal Hunter shoots him is heartbreaking, but the engineer simply shrugs. “This is a research opportunity I am unwilling to pass up.”

Echo chuckles, drawing Crosshair’s attention. “You know something about this, don’t you?” he asks, pointing at the cyborg accusingly.

Hunter’s eyes widen, and Echo swallows.

“I’m not sure what you’re asking,” Echo says, evading the question carefully.

“Where does Hunter keep his art projects?”

Echo scoffs. “Hunter doesn’t do art projects,” he says, looking relieved. A fatal mistake.

“Where does Hunter keep his embroidery kit?” Tech specifies.

“In a box under the nav computer. There’s a hollow behind the main hard drive,” Echo says.

“Echo!” Hunter gasps.

Crosshair and Wrecker exchange thrilled glances before racing out of the cockpit. Hunter goes after them, ordering them to leave his stuff alone.

“How did you find out about Hunter’s sewing project?” Tech asks wryly.

“Eh, I found it one day when I was doing repairs.”

The two are quite a moment while they listen to the indistinct squabbling and laughter behind them.

“But really, Tech, how long until this stuff wears off?”

END

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